.
put those fears
down. It is
safe
here.
You need to
rest. You can always pick
them up again
in the morning,
but then
you may not need to.
.
Category: be still
Circles around God
.
On my way to the letterbox
I met this god
who knew me.
So I ran
.
in fear because I
didn’t even know
myself the way he looked
through me. Stone
.
gods stare at nature un-
moved so I didn’t
run to them. Money
gods take. All the
.
pleasure gods leave
me starving for
more and more… I want
more. So I keep
.
running around
the block knowing
he’s beside
the letterbox. Knowing one
.
day I’ll realise
this is stupid
stop and say
“Umm… Hi”
.
Extending the Life of Outdoor Furniture
.
it hardly seems fair
this piece of outdoor
furniture demands
my attention on a day like today
the first sun
in two weeks
wind howling
to play with that kite
we’ve used once
my son jumping
to bounce on the trampoline with me
until our heads turn into electricity
but the gaping
grains of cypress whine louder than the wind
.
the skin on my hands would love to be bathed
in oil – to look and feel like last year
instead they’ll smell
like turps for the next two days
next time
I sit on this bench I expect
it to write me a better
poem
than this one.
.
Plop!
.
you rage green
in tie-dye
at my son
picking up a stone
.
he is not
moving it
with machine
to build another
shopping center
.
and one day
he may
also appreciate
the stone
where it sits
.
but he
is
being one
with nature
when his own nature
appreciates
it
l o
P p!
in the waves
.
May I rest?
.
.
I envy you ocean
though you toil with
your work right now
in a few days
you will rest
.
how long though… have you been at it?
.
At your end?
Senryu#1
.
You Are A Story
Picked From The Great Book Shelf
Read Aloud Daily
.
